Whym Chow: Flame of Love By Michael Field [i.e. K. H. Bradley and E. E. Cooper] |
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XIV. FUR FOR MANDARINS.
Tiger and the tiger-lilly,Flower of broom and flower of gilly;
Gems of every mine and valley
That have gold and red to rally
Mists of earth and crystals icy;
All the fume in coverts spicy
Where the tiger's furnace cruel
Draweth victims as to fuel;
Or where sunset strikes its splendour
On a stack of oat-plumes slender;
Where the marigold scowls lusty,
Though its coat be dun and dusty:
Where all haunt of colour burneth
With such glow as never turneth
From its tropic—thou art golden,
And in state and place beholden.
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